CHIP W (D)
- David Raskin

- 9 hours ago
- 1 min read
Caliginous clouds and weather were calmly being put behind (into the past) in Chip Welker's driving lane, away they were
Heading with the hall's winged thing rush, then had the shroud's land tethered, firm palm leads speeding hooked the sea's line, (the wind knew their above grasp) pinned equipped belts surged, their thriving reign had lightning flames, away they were
Inside of debt's unsolved big wigged rust, round and better was the curb's bonding, their reading looked at the screen's time (binned moods loved the task), the ring tipped the shelter, five's fling came with their diving change, away they were
Pressured and measured and treasured was their release and goal at the end
Westward fans then feathered and fletchered fuzz with gears of the free east, the band's bold facts had the dove's wend
- Avalon Dakota
- 8-2-26
- 12:11 PM
- CHIP W (D)







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